Pocket Doors

No pocket doors no purchase
No avail of sex in the parlor
No Close

Late night roll of the dice vice via
the veranda with Amanda in the

No Clothes

High heels on hardwood
me, moor me,
Leg up and damn near restores me,

We’ll take it, these pocket doors,
I suppose

Oh No…Another Tone Poem


We believe it necessary, proper and immensely satisfying to dog politicians. It’s important to howl at their hypocrisy, raise a leg against their pomposity, and bark insistently if you feel they have infringed upon your turf.

Yet, in doing so, why resort to the methods of the mongrel? Why not measure your quarry with an eye to allowing others to glimpse what has been made clear to you: that you have considered your subject from multiple points of view and that you call into question your opponent’s angle because you’ve come to appreciate where your adversary stands.

That you do so with faith in our system, a respect for those who choose public participation, and a modicum of manners when circumstance calls for a disagreement.